**Trapped in Silence**

The darkness closed in around me, a suffocating shroud that seemed to have no end. I was lost in a world of my own thoughts, unable to express my needs, unable to communicate with anyone. My body was a prison, and I was trapped inside, unable to escape. As the hours ticked by, I began to feel a growing sense of discomfort. It started as a gentle pressure, a subtle urge that grew in intensity until it became almost unbearable. I needed to use the bathroom, but I was unable to convey my needs. I tried to strain my vocal cords, to produce even the slightest sound, but it was no use. My body was a shell, a broken, useless thing that refused to respond. Hange's hand was still wrapped around mine, his touch warm and comforting. But as the minutes ticked by, I began to squirm with discomfort. I couldn't move, couldn't shift positions, but I could feel the pressure building inside me. It was a physical sensation, a burning need that I couldn't ignore. Hange's eyes were fixed on mine, his expression a mixture of concern and love. I tried to convey my needs to him, to make him understand that I was struggling. I strained my muscles, trying to move, trying to shift positions, but it was no use. I was stuck, unable to move, unable to communicate. And then, suddenly, Hange's expression changed. He looked at me with a newfound understanding, his eyes narrowing as he focused on my needs. I saw him glance at my body, saw him take in the signs of my distress. His face softened, and he leaned in closer. "I think she needs to go to the bathroom," he said, his voice low and urgent. The nurse came over, responding to Hange's words. "Let me get the catheter," she said, her voice sympathetic. Hange's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a surge of gratitude towards him. He knew me, knew my needs, and was trying to help. The nurse came back with a catheter, and Hange helped her position me on the bed. I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me, but he just smiled and took my hand. As the nurse worked to help me, Hange's eyes never left mine. He was focused on me, on my needs, and I felt a sense of gratitude towards him. He helped me shift positions, positioning me so that I could do my business. It was a humiliating experience, but with him by my side, I felt a sense of dignity that I hadn't thought possible. When it was all over, Hange held me close, his arms wrapped around me as he stroked my hair. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'm so sorry you're going through this." I wanted to tell him that it was okay, that I appreciated his help. But all I could do was lie there, feeling a mix of emotions: gratitude, love, and a deep sense of frustration. I was trapped in this body, unable to communicate, unable to move. But with Hange by my side, I felt a sense of hope, a sense that I wasn't alone in this struggle. As the nurse cleaned me up, Hange's eyes never left mine. He was focused on me, on my needs, and I felt a sense of comfort in his presence. He knew me, knew my body, and knew my mind. And in that moment, I realized that he was my rock, my support in a world that had been turned upside down.